Tag Archives: muse

One moment to change their lives, upheaving everything and beginning a new challenge, feeling unique pain never imagined but enduring and hoping something amazing may be waiting at the end.

Test a wish and see if it fits, if you dare dream that big or if settling for the realistic is the happier route for you.

Ignore the obvious problem until another arrives to shoulder it, side-eyed glances to see if they’ve noticed and feign ignorance when asked, week after week. Will the guilt ever win out? Or will this dance continue until the inevitable explosion.

Our world is frozen while others are ablaze, evacuating all normalcy and disrupting a far away comfort, making us realise they really exist and are not just a source of entertainment, waiting for when we want to acknowledge them.

Pressure present, unrelenting as the day stretches ahead, a monotone rhythm settling as your life refuses to change and you’re too tired to force it.

Disguise your nature to flip a moment, pretending to belong but basking in your differences and accepting this is better than changing.

Dulled hope that refuses to leave, muscle memory playing while your mind sits in defeat, but that little spark still exists, so small it stutters in confusion when your wish is fulfilled, celebration delayed until you can accept it really has happened.

Enticement of extra work to refill depleted accounts, but calculate the energy needed and whether regret will outweigh the little relief it will bring.

Not the sunset but the dawn, embrace the beginning but thank the end, facing the new and treasuring the old.

Over a decade under the earth, bones smothered in dirt and a soul faded to memory. A lingering sadness to mark the day a life ended and a hole opened for the ones left behind.